Bodies like sex machines, against war machines. That vibrate and rumble under the ground, ready to jump, to explode, and to explode against the walls. It might as well be hard, it might as well be raw, without restraint. Let all the forbidden gestures spring forth, from as many detained bodies. Between these walls that limit, delimit, structure, and map physical and psychic territories: the territories of our dispossessed, helpless bodies, rendered impotent by a system of intervention, exploitation and extraction. They erect themselves proudly, like flags stating their own laws, to say your rights. The rights to be or not to be, in this place, or to stay in that one. “Stay there, always in your place, straight.
Those who dictate your way, from their voice. So many voices that camouflage the bodies, that block the throat, that choke the pores of your skin. Voices that project themselves in images, fruit of fantasies colonizing minds and bodies. They come to register as many identities inappropriate to our alienated subjectivities. And to defend themselves against any resistance, to protect themselves from any disobedience, the visual narratives of our sexual liberations had to be quickly mastered.
Pornography became a political tool denigrating our individual sensibilities, dictating the laws of our desires, controlling the images produced on our bodies, on our sexes and our sexualities.
Dirty were those who were represented, because liberated, but always more despised and marginalized. We had to answer by the good behaviour, by the restraint of our desires, and to say us, of our pleasures.
The pornography became then obscene (ob/scene): its place will be off stage. The photographic technology was added like a new means to capture and seize us, henceforth objects that one sexualizes, that one eroticizes. We animate and activate them under the movement of the camera. A continuous movement, an endless coming and going. An unperturbed frenzy like a talking sex.
Elsewhere, others have found a way to capture the image and transform the stigma. Obscene is the image. Obscene is what is off-stage and staged. Obscene is the porn because it puts naked… Naked are from now on all these glances which have bandaged on our bodies, on our sexes. All these projected fantasies and these voices that have spoken too much, that are displayed, exposed, to finally leave room for our own subjectivities and our animated desires.
Our bodies, our sexes, our sexualities are so many political fictions to expose, to explode, so many visions to confront and confront. To jostle, to disturb, to burst and especially to burst.
To take pleasure and to enjoy. To fuck through all the holes and to speak badly. At the risk of being dirty, filthy… Spreading our filth.
Always unfit and unclean, oozing and stinking. Abject and indecent subjects against these dominant, self-righteous and well-behaved people.
From our bodies on fire, burning under the nitrate… tongues are loosening, throats are unfolding, lips are getting wet and speech is turning into spittle of filth that ejects the abject products of politics…
We have swallowed these words, to cure our ills.
Then we will choose to become… Whores, bitches, dykes, faggots, queers, leather, freaks. Because “our sex is a weapon loaded with mercury” and the enemy is waiting to fuck us. 1
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Apolline/Lawrence Diaz